The High Lord

at Dannyl, her eyes filled with a desperate hope.

A suspicion slowly stole over Dannyl. He remembered Akkarin's letter. Only recently have they had some success. Now that at least one of them has managed to develop his powers, the Guild is entitled and obliged to deal with them.

Developed his powers, but not learned to control them. Thinking back quickly, Dannyl counted the weeks since he had received the letter, and added two for it to reach him. He looked up at the Dem.

'Help you with what?'

The man's expression was sober. 'I will show you.'

As Dannyl rose, Tayend followed suit. Royend shook his head. 'Stay, young Tremmelin. For your safety, it is best only the Ambassador come.'

Dannyl hesitated, then nodded at Tayend. The scholar dropped back onto the seat, frowning.

The Dem gestured for Dannyl to follow him. They left the room and started down a corridor. At the end was a stairway which descended to another corridor. They stopped before a heavy wooden door. The faint smell of smoke tainted the air.

'He's expecting you, but I have no idea what he'll do when he sees you,' the Dem warned.

Dannyl nodded. The Dem knocked on the door. After a long pause, he lifted a hand to knock again, but paused as the handle turned and the door swung inward.

A young man peered out. His eyes slid to Dannyl and widened.

A crash came from inside the room. The young man glanced inside and cursed. When he turned to look at Dannyl again, his expression was anxious.

'This is Ambassador Dannyl,' the Dem told the young man, then looked at Dannyl. 'This is my wife's brother, Farand of Darellas.'

'Honored to meet you,' Dannyl told the man. Farand mumbled a reply.

'Are you going to invite us in?' the Dem said patiently.

'Oh. Yes,' the young man replied. 'Come in.' He pulled the door fully open and sketched an awkward bow.

Dannyl entered a large room with stone walls. It might have once been a cellar, but now it held a bed and other furniture, all looking battered and scorched. A pile of wood on one side of the room looked suspiciously like the remains of more furniture. On the floor were pieces of a large urn, surrounded by a rapidly spreading pool of water. Dannyl guessed this was what he had heard shatter.

A magician with no control tended to let loose magic when he or she reacted to strong emotions. For Farand, fear was his main enemy: fear of the magic he wielded, and fear of the Guild. Dannyl needed to reassure the man, before he did anything else.

He allowed himself a small smile. A situation like this came along so rarely, and yet he now encountered it for the second time in a handful of years. Rothen had managed to teach Sonea control, despite her deep distrust of the Guild. Teaching Farand could only be easier. And it would help if Farand knew that another had survived the same situation.

'From what I can see, your powers have surfaced, but you have no control of them,' Dannyl said. 'This is very rare, but we found another like you only a few years ago. She learned Control within a few weeks and is a novice now. Tell me, were you trying to bring them out, or did it just happen?'

The man lowered his gaze. 'I think I made it happen.'

Dannyl sat down in one of the chairs. The less intimidating he looked, the better. 'May I ask how?'

Farand swallowed and looked away. 'I've always been able to hear the thought conversations magicians have. I used to listen every day in the hope of discovering how to use magic. A few months ago I overheard a conversation about releasing magical potential. I tried what they said several times, but I didn't think it had worked. Then I started doing things without meaning to.'

Dannyl nodded. 'You have released your power, but you do not know how to control it. The Guild teaches the two together. I don't have to tell you how dangerous it is to have magic, but no control over it. You are fortunate that Royend has found a magician willing to teach you.'

'You'll teach me?' Farand whispered.

Dannyl smiled. 'Yes.'

Farand sagged against the bed with relief. 'I was so afraid they would have to send me to the Guild, and everyone would be found out because of me.' He straightened and squared his shoulders. 'When can we begin?'

'I don't see why we can't make a start now,' Dannyl said, shrugging.

A little fear crept back into the man's eyes. He swallowed, then nodded. 'Tell me what to do.'

Dannyl rose and looked around. He gestured at the chair. 'Sit down.'

Farand blinked at the chair, then hesitantly walked to it and sat down. Dannyl crossed his arms and regarded him thoughtfully. He was aware of the effect this change of position - from Farand standing over him, to him standing over Farand - would have. Now that he had agreed to cooperate, Farand needed to feel that Dannyl was in command, and knew what he was doing.

'Close your eyes,' Dannyl instructed. 'Concentrate on your breathing.' He talked Farand through the standard breathing exercises, keeping his voice low and steady. When he judged that the man had gained a measure of calm, he stepped behind the chair and lightly touched the man's temples. But before he could send his mind forth, the man jerked away.

'You're going to read my mind!' he exclaimed.

'No,' Dannyl assured him. 'It is not possible to read a mind that is unwilling. But I must direct you to that place in your mind where you access your power. The only way I can do that is if you allow me in to show you the way.'

'Is that the only way?' the Dem asked. Dannyl looked at Royend.

'Yes.'

'Is it at all possible that you might see things,' Farand asked, 'things I must keep secret?'

Dannyl regarded him soberly. He could not deny it. Once he was in Farand's mind the secrets would probably leap out at him. Secrets had a habit of doing that.

'It is possible,' Dannyl told him. 'To be honest, if you are worried about concealing something, then it will be foremost in your thoughts. That is why the Guild prefers to train novices as young as possible. The younger you are, the fewer secrets you have.'

Farand buried his face in his hands. 'Nooo,' he groaned. 'Nobody can teach me. I'm going to be like this forever.'

The covers of the bed began to smoke. The Dem drew in a sharp breath and stepped forward.

'Perhaps Lord Dannyl can swear that he would keep everything he sees to himself,' he suggested.

Farand laughed bitterly. 'How can I trust him to keep a promise when he's about to break a law?'

'How indeed?' Dannyl said dryly. 'You have, my promise that I will not pass on any information I discover. If that is not acceptable, I suggest you put your affairs in order and leave here. Take yourself far from anyone and anything you don't wish to destroy, for when your powers break free completely they will not only consume you, but everything around you.'

The man paled. 'There really is no choice, is there?' he said in a small voice. 'I'll die if I don't do this. So it's death or...' His eyes flashed with sudden anger, then he drew in a deep breath and straightened. 'If that's the only choice, I'll just have to trust you won't tell anyone.'

Amused by this abrupt change, Dannyl talked Farand through the calming exercises once more. When he rested his fingers on the man's temples, Farand remained still. Dannyl closed his eyes and sent his mind forth.

Novices were usually taught Control by their teachers, and Dannyl had never been a teacher. He did not have Rothen's skill, but after several attempts he managed to get Farand to visualize a room and invite him into it. Tantalizing hints of the man's secret appeared, but Dannyl concentrated on teaching Farand to hide them behind doors. They found the door to the man's power, but lost track of it as the secrets Farand was struggling to hide leaked out of the doors they had been stowed behind.

- We both know I'm going to find out anyway. Show me, and we can get on with Control lessons, Dannyl suggested.

Farand seemed relieved to be able to tell someone his secret. He showed Dannyl his memories of hearing